Intangibly Tangible

It can be brought,Given, andCarried.Still, it has no physical form.It inspires, and in doing so itGives strength.And yet, requires strength to lend it wings.It floats,Always rising in the darkest of hours.We grasp it with both hands,Clinging with desperationTo something that can be so intangible.Starting as a small lightEver growing,Molding to each situation.One size fits all.We bring it forthBelieving it can be enough,And it ends up being more;For it never truly dies.Hope.